Just a Poem that is Read and Forgotten!

(This write-up got published in ThinkLet Journal, Jain (Deemed-to-be University), in the March 2020 issue.)

They say, it is the postmodern era
There is a complete concoction of objects and ideas
This new anarchy has challenged the elite!
But, wait –
Slavery, Indentured Labourers,
Colonialism, Neo-colonialism,
Imperialism, Neo-liberalism,
Marxism, Capitalism
And other isms –
Are we done?
A fat cheque from an MNC,
A flat in Electronic City,
Waking up to GMT -5 in India,
Driving a General Motor,
Giving a new meaning to staple food,
Appropriating a foreign tongue,
Questioning when it is convenient,
Unintentionally awaiting another problem –
It is not the land that they are after,
Not people, not material,
It is a capital of a different kind:
The knowledge capital!
Are we teaching or preaching?
Are we creating or manufacturing?
A generation bred in the illusion of revolution
It is this anarchy we have come to love,
Which no longer teases us out of thought
For generations to come, it is winter forever
Immersed in brooding thoughts
While mankind awaits in vain for the Second Coming
Looking through this heap of broken images
In search of tranquility in the shattering of ideals.